Porcelain laid down in the middle of Helmic and looked up. There was no LOVE here.
“It’s an important role,” the Common Teacher spoke, knowing only one could get it, trying to make them face the fact that one of them was going back home to an angry set of parents.
Porcelain got it. She looked around, wondering how to shrink all the trees so that they could fit under the flowers. She *would* get this part, even if it meant cheating, stealing, lying.
She looked up backwards to the Moon that was her Father.